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A Take Six Story Transformation Telling stories together about things that really matter has an extraordinary effect on people. Digital media and digital distribution to the world community is reshaping the power of oral storytelling, enabling us to unfold a highly sensory experience that dances a narrative voice with images, sound, and music into illuminated understandings. What an experience to incorporate digital storytelling into your classroom and guide a new generation into becoming 21st- Century cided to share her own story two different ways (see below).
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| Bernajean Porter is the author of DigiTales: The Art of Telling Digital Stories. Bernajean travels the world facilitating effective digital storytelling. | |||
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Version 2 Dr. Sawyer looked down her narrow pointy nose at me. “So why do you want to teach?” Because I taught Michelle how to tell time when I was in second grade. Because I taught Samantha how to speak Spanish last summer. Because I don’t know how not to be a teacher. None of these answers would be enough for her. Intimidated by her icy stare, I muttered, “I don’t know.” “Then there is no reason for you to waste your time in this department.” she declared. “You do not have the disposition of a teacher. Your behavior is no better than that of the children.” Because Hope Ann and I smile in your classroom? Because we giggle and chat with students in the hallways? Anger boiled in my head. I like children. They’re happy! Why is it a crime for me to be, too? “You look like students, you dress like students, and you act like students. You are not fit to be in the classroom.” She turned away from me with a dismissive tone. Stunned and outraged, I only managed a passive nod. Defeated and humiliated I wandered in a daze, reluctantly arriving at my advisor’s door. I handed him my second semester registration form with “Fine Arts” scrawled in my shaky handwriting across the top next to the word Major. He signed his approval. I lived with my misery every day the following semester; making jewelry, taking photographs, and doing art critiques. My spirit was flat and unconnected. I missed the kids. I missed my dream of making a difference, student by student, through the years. When time came to register for next semester’s classes, I realized that I was wasting my time and ambition. I appealed to the head of the education department and won. With renewed conviction, I rejoined the education department. I knew then that I would never again let someone else dictate my future or take my life dreams away. My dreams are mine to make true, even when others don’t believe in them. I believe, and that is all that matters. | ||
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